Arcane Flowers Novels & Stories

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

They pushed the soil back over the grave, packing it down firmly. Aria reached into the deep pocket of her cloak. From the medical wing, she had brought a small, damp canvas pouch. She opened it, revealing a cluster of delicate, dormant roots. It was the bulb of a Moon-lace flower—a rare, resilient plant that only bloomed in the deepest cold of winter, its petals glowing with a faint, bioluminescent silver light in the dark. Aria handed the bulb to Sienna. "Plant it," Aria murmured softly. "So he is never in the dark."

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

Soren gushed as he pulled out a slightly wilting but amazingly scenting bright pink, that looked almost neon, flower with long dark brown stamen. "Anxolia!" Violet interjected. "Yess! Have you used this flower before?" Auriele asked. "No, but I've seen it. It's used for anxiety and stress, isn't it?" "Absolutely. But it's surprising that you know about this. Haven't I told you, Madam Auriele? Our Violet has a good memory." Soren stated. "Anyway, this flower is bred in Wild Raven Pack by the team of healers appointed by our Alpha King to treat anxiety and stress of warriors who are participating in war. We are not allowed to give these to anyone else as it's exclusively for us to use during w

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

Prince Arquen got amazed and ended up buying two to himself. "How about this white flower here?" Prince Arquen ask again the salesman curiously, "Ah...this one is a moonflower, this flower only glows when the moon is up, this glows like the light of the moon" the salesman explained happily. And Prince Arquen got amazed again and bought three for himself. "Wow...the taura kingdom is so wonderful and so amazing, so many incredible things to see and to discover. I am glad I decided to come to check this kingdom out today," Prince Arquen said, walking around looking everywhere like a tourist from another place.

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

He had told me that before. “That is what you told me the first day we met,” I told Aelius. “I need to know what it means. I need to know what this flower is…I need to know where I can find more of them so I can find—“ “It is a Marrowrose.” The words came out flat, though a bit tense. I had hoped hearing the name would give me a better idea of what the flower was, but it didn’t. “It is rare, and there are not supposed to be any left, let alone blooming, but Priestess Gloria always has her way,” he went on. “It’s a flower once grown by ancient witches only, and only for one purpose.”